No more dreams

A wandering mind's random thought
Reached my conscience's parking lot
As I began to untie the moral knot
The strength of character started to blot


To leave it behind, I tried to run
Struggled with anger, shouted in return
But it followed me like a scorching sun
Reality and reverie refuse to discern


I decided to just stop and think
Memories of satire started to blink
Guilt and fear established a link
Under its pressure, I began to sink


Why am I getting pulled in these relentless streams
Burning what's left in countless steams
I keep hearing my own silent screams
Now night is about nightmares, no more dreams

Happiness,
Kally :).

Comments

Uncertain Mind said…
hey...gud to see u back on blogs again... seems like U moved outta John Deere..whr have u been now?
May 5, 2010 at 10:41 AM
KK said…
Hey kally,really nice poem,thats kally at her best.
May 8, 2010 at 7:25 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sanguine Love

The feeling of fear had started to grind The war was between my heart and mind Mind marked that happiness was about to wind And vehement sorrows were stealthily lined I know this thought would have never inclined Coz the law of life had unknowingly signed The contract which declared that love was blind My dreams and hopes dwindled and declined Then suddenly stars of hope twinkled and shined My heart then said, be understanding and kind A way definitely your love will find As absence sharpens, presence strengthens the bind. Happiness, Kally
Read more

No Land’s Man

Born and brought up, he grew in his land, Got wet in the rains, played in its sand, As years passed by, there came a time No money at home, no food to dine. Far away from his home, he found some work Didn’t care for the pain, didn’t feel the jerk, Struggled with time in absolute lurk As few days at home, was his only perk. A war partitioned the country line, Busy with his work, he had no sign While going back home, this issue inclined But no one to help nor listen to his whine. Helpless and depressed, frustrated was his mind Every tear was revealing what he left behind Nor could he cut off, nor ignore the bind All he wished was if only time could rewind In his own country, as a foreigner he came Religion based partiality cropped up by his name Everything had changed, nothing was the same He felt like a pawn in a political game With laws and rules, timing his span To meet his own people, there was a ban With neither government having a rescue plan He endured a life of a ‘No Land’s Man’!...
Read more

Green or Grey

  Car honk or birdsong, Queue long or walk along, Fat and paunch or fit and strong, These are the choices we choose from   Loud and wild or silent and mild, Pampered and spoiled or free styled, Hot and happening or poster child, Noise or voice, have you reconciled?   Trees tall or concrete wall, Autumn fall or traffic crawl, In garden with all or shopping mall, Green or grey, it’s your call!
Read more